Lessons Learned
A couple of years ago, I experienced the closest thing to heartbreak when
a guy who I really really liked did
me some serious levels of “Negro you aint right!”...as in on some serious “see finish” levels. Prior to my
experience with Mr. Heartbreak hotel, I had the bad habit of blaming myself or
thinking that there was something wrong with me when interactions and dealings
between me and various men didn't go as planned. But with this guy, one thing I
knew for sure was that I was the best person that I could have been to him. I
liked him a lot, and so I did the most for him because I truly wanted to do
these things and in the end, he dropped me like a hot bag of charcoal for some
chick that he ended up with.
The experience with this “heartbreak hotel” dude was a
learning experience for me. For one, I learned that if I like a guy, I have no
problem extending myself to do stuff for him. Not because, I’m campaigning to
be considered as 50 yards of wife material, but because it’s something that I
actually want to do. Secondly, I learned to stop blaming myself for anything.
After being dropped like hot charcoal, I experienced and went through a variety
of emotions but blaming myself was not one of the above. Matter of fact, it hit
me like “wow, I was all that and a bag of
chips, and he aint appreciate it?? You aint about that life bro!”. Thanks to that experience, I learned that I can be all that AND sometimes it's not me, its them.
Last but not least, I learned that as a woman, if you like swing over chandeliers and do gymnastics on the ceiling for a man, if he’s going to NEXT your azz, then he will do it. If you like cook him 3 course meals every day, make your mother’s secret recipe style of pepper soup for him when he’s sick in bed with the flu, if he no want you, then he no want you. If you like, “be there” for him when he needs to talk, rant, and get things off his shoulder, nothing for you if the guy no get plans for you. I put myself out there for Mr. Heartbreak Hotel but I found out that I was never in his original game plan, because he had another chick in mind all along as his plan A and I was just a “hold this one till I get the main one” to him. Tough life.
Last but not least, I learned that as a woman, if you like swing over chandeliers and do gymnastics on the ceiling for a man, if he’s going to NEXT your azz, then he will do it. If you like cook him 3 course meals every day, make your mother’s secret recipe style of pepper soup for him when he’s sick in bed with the flu, if he no want you, then he no want you. If you like, “be there” for him when he needs to talk, rant, and get things off his shoulder, nothing for you if the guy no get plans for you. I put myself out there for Mr. Heartbreak Hotel but I found out that I was never in his original game plan, because he had another chick in mind all along as his plan A and I was just a “hold this one till I get the main one” to him. Tough life.
Plan A vs.Plan B,
C, D
This leads me to the next point. Per my theory, most men
have their first draft picks (Plan A) and then plan B, C, D. A woman might put
all her eggs in her plan A basket, but a man will have all his backup plans
lined up. I once dated a guy who I can say was one of the best and most
attentive/caring booskis that a girl could ask for. The only problem was that
early on in our relationship, I discovered that I could never have held a torch
to his plan A…a girl that he had loved for many many years. In fact, after I
found out about her and quickly terminated the relationship, he told me that while he felt that
we had potential, and I terminated things way too abruptly, he wanted to thank
me for opening his eyes to the reality of the situation. Today, they are
married and live in neverneverland. Like I said, I could never have held a
torch to that woman. Or there was the confused one aka Mr. Confused who wanted
to start something up with me and gave me this really cool tale about how he
was done with some other chick… “she’s
not wifey material. She’s too Americanized. She’s too this and that”. I
mean, he always seemed quite obsessed with talking about this chick and her so-called faults sef so
I wasn’t even taking his yarns seriously. Then 3 weeks later, he calls me up
and tells me that he and ol’ girl had a talk and they are giving things another
go. I said oh? Okay na. Fast forward 1.5 years later, they are also married in
their own neverneverland. Potential plan B situation averted.
Let’s not talk about the various wedding websites that I’ve
seen and I be reading the stories and mapping the timelines like ummm wasn’t
this kneegro dating this other XYZ chick around this time frame? What can I
say? Men definitely be keeping their options open.
Consolation Prizes
If I had a dollar for each time that a man offered me a “consolation prize”, I would be stacking paper. For instance, after I got over Mr. Heartbreak, we got to a point where we could relate on cordial terms, and one day he told me… “but you know you are a catch right?”…and mentally I was like Oh yeah? I am a catch, yet you dropped me real fast and was parading around town with the new girl within weeks? Boy bye!”. Or the time I was talking to Mr. Confused and he told me that if it hadn't been his wife, I would have been the one with the ring. LMAO. Am I here for these consolation prizes?
I have met quite a number of men who washed me and said “you are different”, “you are this” and “you are that” yet never stepped their game up with me AND then moved on to other women (and married them for the most part) so umm really, in the words of our dear ol’ Sweet Brown… “aint nobody got time for that!”. All these consolation prizes are just cheap words and don’t mean anything to me if I’m not a man’s plan A and number 1 choice. If I can quote one of my favorite songs from Marina and the Diamonds… “I’d rather walk alone than play a supporting role, if I can’t get a starring role”. All I’m saying is that I don’t need consolation prizes 'cos they don't mean anything to me and they don't validate my existence. Give me a starring role so that I know that it’s real.
If I had a dollar for each time that a man offered me a “consolation prize”, I would be stacking paper. For instance, after I got over Mr. Heartbreak, we got to a point where we could relate on cordial terms, and one day he told me… “but you know you are a catch right?”…and mentally I was like Oh yeah? I am a catch, yet you dropped me real fast and was parading around town with the new girl within weeks? Boy bye!”. Or the time I was talking to Mr. Confused and he told me that if it hadn't been his wife, I would have been the one with the ring. LMAO. Am I here for these consolation prizes?
I have met quite a number of men who washed me and said “you are different”, “you are this” and “you are that” yet never stepped their game up with me AND then moved on to other women (and married them for the most part) so umm really, in the words of our dear ol’ Sweet Brown… “aint nobody got time for that!”. All these consolation prizes are just cheap words and don’t mean anything to me if I’m not a man’s plan A and number 1 choice. If I can quote one of my favorite songs from Marina and the Diamonds… “I’d rather walk alone than play a supporting role, if I can’t get a starring role”. All I’m saying is that I don’t need consolation prizes 'cos they don't mean anything to me and they don't validate my existence. Give me a starring role so that I know that it’s real.
In summary, when it comes to matters concerning the menfolk, I don’t even try to
pretend to understand anything. Thanks to various experiences and the like, I've reached a point in my life where I take these matters at face value. Words
are just words, nothing to get excited over. Actions are becoming cheap too.
Heck, he might take me to the meet the parents and introduce me to his entire neighborhood,
but to me, that don’t mean anything. Like my friend says…if we walk down the
aisle, then I know that it’s live and direct. In the meantime, the numero uno lesson that I've learned when dealing with the menfolk is = be
yourself. Sure, we are all imperfect beings and a work in progress, so work on
whatever it is that you need to work on for YOUR own self-improvement, and not
so that Chinedu will consider you to be wifey material. If doing XYZ is in your
nature, then do XYZ…and if it aint, then don’t even try to fake it for anybody.
And that is all she said.
